Charlie Bone was just sick and tired of having to fight with the Bloors and Yewbeams on every occasion. It was beginning to make him sick just thinking about the fight.

One day, after a particularly big fight, Charlie just had had it with the Bloors. He wanted to just bring them down permanently. He wanted the fighting to stop. Emma said to him, “Why don’t you just call a truce?”

“A truce?” Charlie cried out. “Are you nuts? You can’t make a deal with any of them!”

That weekend, Charlie put his plan into motion. He was going to put an end to this senseless fighting once and for all. No matter what the consequences would be.

So he said to Grizelda as she walked by, “I’m getting really sick and tired of this crap. Now what’s the deal about being good or bad?”

“What are you hinting at, boy?” Griselda snapped.

“Being good or bad is so overrated these days,” said Charlie. “And would it kill you all just to be…you know…nice?”

“You say that you’d rather I’d be nice than mean?” Grizelda smirked at him.

“That would be nice,” said Maisie, who was on the other side of the room watching TV.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you be nice and end this fighting,” said Charlie, “even if I have to…go bad.”

Everyone stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?” Paton cried out.

“I’m not kidding, Uncle Paton,” said Charlie. “If grandma and the Bloors and Yewbeams want me to go bad, then I’m going to be so bad it’ll make them all cry!”

“Hah!” Grizelda laughed. “That’ll be the day!”

“And not only will I go bad, but I’m going to have all my friends go bad along with me!” Charlie laughed in turn. “Now, what do you think about that?”

Now, if that didn’t gain Grizelda’s attention, nothing else would. “So if you would join our side and get your friends to join us, then you’d put an end to all the fighting?” Grizelda said with glee.

“Don’t count on it,” said Maisie. “You know Charlie.”

“I do,” said Grizelda, “and I think something big is going to happen. I don’t know what it is yet.”

Charlie smiled an evil smile. Going bad was going to be so much fun. He smiled as he began to think of all the ways he could get back at the Bloors and Yewbeams for forcing him to give up his normal life and attend Bloor‘s Academy. But little did he know that being bad came with a huge price…